Tag: Life

Metamorphosed Wings!

Stages, how life is lived, how through transitional states, mind, body, soul; a heart’s metamorphosis, hopes and dreams. A caterpillar’s heart, wings within to be discovered, waiting for its moment, to be revealed. Within the undergoing, a beautiful change in heart and mind. Beauty within a soul’s transformation, emergence of its wings. A heart chasing butterflies, a soul finding its freedom, to soar on the wings of love. In the cool of the day, in the warmth of love’s embrace, the heart lifted up with air beneath, the wings of its fluttering soul. The winds of change blow wild, the soul trying to catch its breath, within a heart predestined to live free. Blood pumping, hopes becoming, thrill of the chase, dreams taking flight. The higher the sights, the greater the heights. Butterfly wings, an adoration of feeling, love’s deep sensation awakened. A heart, with wings spread wide, soar forever like an eagle, with its metamorphosed, butterfly wings!

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Love’s Poetic Awakening!

In the heart’s journey through life, growing pains, hurt that stains. Tears restrained, ten foot walls, castle in the sand. Time, lines drawn, washed away by the see, how to awaken the love in me. Seeking life’s happiness, living in the quietness, breathing in the fullness. Emotions swimming in the stillness, a waterless silent river. My awakening, hidden in slumber, the sleepless yearning; in childhood daydreams. Am I strong enough, am I brave enough, am I, worthy of? To be, or not to be? I choose to be me, live free, give no apologies. In the pressing, the pulling, in the pushing, the tugging; heartstrings. In quiet contemplation, a question remained; what does awaken love look like? Is it an ocean, a potion, just a watered down notion? An inquiring heart, searched depth of soul, could it be fathomed, be awakened in me? I looked deep, my heart lost sleep, in my awakening. Love’s awakened presence, wasn’t a curtain call, the veil removed. To let my heart see, a soul destined to be, love’s poetic muse!

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Gentle Soul!

Poetically, a gentle soul, awakens its heart. In its wake, dawn reveals its shimmer of light, love’s gentle smile. Letting its muse become, in service of. In quiet contemplation, in subtle gestures, the heart conveys, what words can’t say. Clouded whether, kept at bay, love’s reign becomes evident, from whence cometh its gentleness. You can be sure, love strengthens its resolve, be the cure for all. A gentle soul, pours out of its heart, letting the love gently spill. What vessel, could ever contain the unfathomable wealth of love’s generosity? Likened to a refreshing stream, love floods with no regrets. Leaves its gentle residue, like that of the morning dew, that settles within the slumbers of the twilight. The soul awakened, to find love resting gently on its heart. Just like the wind, the presence of a gentle soul sways, but its essence what stays. A heart full of lilies, chases butterflies. To see how colored hues, gives the soul its wings. Gentle love, move gracefully like the wind, blow minds, change hearts, with the breadth of thy might. With the strength of thy stance, cast thy benevolent light, eclipse downcast shadows. With thy humble spirit, persuade indifferent hearts, to be love’s gentle soul.

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Wednesday Proverb; in Service of.

In support of, does love’s endearing service render. Heartfelt in its offering, need not be substantial, to serve as monumental. Tenderly, love bares, and bears, in part and in kind. Till death do us part, vowed not only in wed, but in service of mankind, serves well to the end of time. Hold up thy oath, let forever do thy part. Let the heart and mind reconcile, embracing differences will never be, mind over matter, but what matters; being in service of, each other. There’s no shame, in the heart being vulnerable, knowing the possibility, love not reciprocated. To serve, or not to serve, the question for the heart to answer. Head to heart, in service more than words, more than a good idea. Lean on me, chant it the mouth will, but does the heart recite at will? Believing it, in living it, gives meaning it will. Shoring it up, underpinning it, bracing it with substance, reinforced with action. Acts of kindness, never random, if always in service of, compelled by love’s goodness. A helping hand, can do no good, without the heart, having a hand in it. The heart aids, if fear invades, with the unknown. Love in service of, takes care of, provides for, be in support of. Dipped in its essence, drips its fluidity; regardless of… An out of service love, could never be in position, an reassurance of, giving its comfort to. Love’s nourishment of, life in support of, in sustainment of living. Deep love, gives of itself, pays for what, money can’t buy. A heart, giving of its worth, gives of its wealth; for the health of. The swell, the well, telling of, in service of a divine love!

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The Voice of Love!

Intently, within stillness of soul, the voice of love speaks. Softly it whispers, gently it moves. Quietly, it waits for the heart to be ready, to embrace its gentle spirit. An open heart, listens for love’s distinct voice. Heard within the wind, felt in those still moments. The ones taking your breath to new heights, to become one with love’s eternal plane. Within its understanding, its nuances are known, its beauty elevated, the texture deeply felt. The richness of its tapestry, woven deep within its fabric. The voice of love, its truth makes the heart swell, the soul well. In its subtle grin, its obvious tell. How words not spoken, speaks to the essence of its renown. Love’s consistency, within waves, in what it sounds like, unequivocal its tone. An expression of its resonance, the ambiance of its profoundness. Its simplicity, displaying a portrayal of its existence, its benevolence, its quintessence. A heart full of grace, transcendence of what moves love, between time and space. Of its breadth, calmness within its depth. The voice of love, music to the heart, a melody for the soul. A song in the night, strumming the heartstrings. Love’s rhythmic sweet lullaby, it’s linguistic harmony, touching the deepest places. Its virtue provoked, heart and soul echoing; the voice of love!

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In Grace Alone!

Is there a love more meaningful, is there a word more beautiful; than Grace? As you can surely see, the struggle’s not finding words, but in how my heart articulates, clearly defines; Grace’s profound love. Putting it into words, what my heart tries to do, but yet the love indescribable. Grace’s love, deeper than an ocean, higher than the highest mountain. The breadth of it, beyond the widest comprehension. Though, the love unfathomable, unexplainable; the depth I have explored, Grace is attainable. Ask, seek, knock; the door, an open heart. My Grace’s hand, has me by the heart, the love taking my breath. Tell me, how can I, put it all in words? In Grace alone, my hope is found. My cornerstone, my firm foundation, light in darkness, my strength, song in the night; amazing Grace. When, pen encounters the fiercest drought, like a raging storm, my soul pours. My mind doesn’t think, it’s my heart that bleeds, love’s transparent ink. My soul, soars the heights of love, knows peace like a river, drowns my fear therein. Grace, gives me faith to stand, my soul strength to withstand, an outpouring of my wayward tears. My heart of hearts, rest within the Grace I have; my gift of love. From life’s first cry, to life’s final breath; in love alone, destiny meets me there. So, no power of hell, any scheme of man; can ever pluck my soul, from Grace’s outstretched hand. For such a time as this, and as time goes by; I have realized. Grace is needed, more than yesterday, more than words can say. More than the air we breathed, more than the next heartbeat, more than anything. We, can’t turn back the hands of time, and even if drawn line in the sand. In Grace alone, what stems the tide, preserve our humanity!

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Love’s Enduring Balm!

Healing, within its endearing quality. Within its texture, the soothing nature within its essence. Within its fragrance, the aromatic balm within its captivating ambiance. Within its comfort, its restorative effect. The breadth, within its subtle allure, the penetrating depth, within its intrinsic substance. Its natural ease, solace for an anxious spirit. Its unyielding beauty, leaves you with its deep sense of knowing, you’ve felt its quintessence. Its heartfelt warmth, brushed against your soul; its balmy presence, more than skin deep. When, life rubs the wrong way, its medicinal qualities, found within its undeniable strength. Revealing its unyielding reassurance, what’s within; love’s enduring balm!

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Wednesday Proverb; the Whether!

Love, like a river, flows endlessly, seeping from the depth of your soul, braving the whether, overflowing into forevermore. In love’s reign, a heart baring its soul, frolics breathlessly. Though, the whether soaks you to your core, the heart giggles like a child. The elements, never becoming a thought, it’s elementary; childlike faith, frolics unapologetically. The light of love, doesn’t play hide and seek, with its radiance. Its beauty, transcending the whether, casting no shadow within doubts. A lot of hearts, does things based on what becomes the whether. What drives you, what frees you, what moves you. Sometimes, predicated on the proverbial whether, feelings. But deep down, rhetorical within its contextual nature. For, when love compels, the whether therefore, becomes irrelevant. The choice between to be, or not to be. An unmuted soliloquy, an expression of the heart, love dispelling quivering thoughts. Whether, says there’s an alternative, but, how can love truly be love; when it asks of you, to be? The worst kind of whether, the ones that leave a chill in the air, no warmth within the heart and soul. Making the seasons become, more about the whether, love not being the reason!

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The Tell!

My words, have a tell, no need to read between the lines, meaningful words reveals itself, in transparent ink. My heart is the ink, giving words its meaning. My words pen black and white, my love telling, painted in vivid color. Some say, my words are out spoken, but what eyes fail to understand; my words would never have meaning, if my heart didn’t have a tell. Growing up, my heart and soul lived in introverted space. Within time and silence, between seen and not heard; living and being. Even then, living in plain sight, my heart had a tell, but drowned out by the silence. Those words are these, what I’m here telling. For too long, every heartbeat was content, living a silent life. Then one day, the silence within my heart was pierced, my words bled onto the canvas, unmistakable now the tell. Many think, it’s the eyes that sees telltale signs, but, how can you read a book, that knows how to hide its most significant verses of its tell, in introverted spaces? My tell is this, these words, my heart is telling. In every prose, underlined pages of my soul, emphasized words; my telltale witness. Life, gives every soul a story to tell, ever syllable its own tale, love getting the glory. My love is telling, and it leaves my heart, exposed!

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Wednesday Proverb; Love Wide Open!

Beyond life’s frustrations, within confusing times, lies the nuances of love. Beyond the bliss, within the mist, moments in life come down to this, the width of your love. Does distance, overcome the miles? We distance ourselves, choose not to walk a mile… The mind races, the heart paces. The back and forth within our heart; to love, or not to love. A heart distracted, while the mind is still racing… to finish the thought, what the heart should be answering. Within the breadth, we discover the depth; how deep the love? When the heart is opened up, love will examine the soul. An open mind, not the same as an open heart. Thoughts are fickle, they come, they go. But good or bad, a made up heart, resolute in its conviction. Love more than a sentiment, becomes a statement. Seeing the evidence, makes the encounter, love not open to interpretation. Its clarity, reveals itself with no selfish gain. True love, willing to sacrifice, deeply giving of its self. The journey to find, freedom for our humanity to know, the beauty it holds. What heart would resist, knowing a love so beautiful? Love’s definition, meaningless if it doesn’t; define the heart and soul. “A heart is a house for love, and I’ve learned; that it doesn’t take much to build it up.” An open door, an open window… into. A love wide open, a heart exposed!

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